Greg Lestrade finished inspecting the body and the room. How he wished Sherlock was here right now; he always gave correct deductions in a matter of minutes. There had been a death threat for Sherlock and John so one of John's friends took them to hide. Then they disappeared without a trail. The body was the body of John's cousin; the death threats were real then.
There was a note on the table in the bedroom:
Detective Inspector Lestrade,
We need information that you have so meet us by the time you are done with the
case at 620 King Street W67 0JR. If you don't you may buy flowers for your
sister's funeral. Do not tell anybody where you are going, we will know.
-A. D.
Well he was done with the case, might as well get on with it before they get impatient and kill his sister.
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When he turned up at the place they told him to be, he was pushed into a van and sedated. The last thing he remembered was that they pushed him into a black van.
When he woke up, he was in a cell, the only other person there was chained to the wall with blood dripping from him. The man had bright green eyes, shoulder length black hair. his face was a mixture between a square jaw and a triangular jaw, depending on the angle. He had a light tan skin and was quite muscular, not excessively so. Over all, he looked about 40 years old- 8 years older than him.
"You okay?" the man asked, his voice rough and his face emotionless. The man slowly broke the chain on his right hand and started to pick the lock on his left one.
"what?" asked Greg
"Your forehead" the man said, as if it was obvious. then he realized that his forehead was bleeding a little.
"i'm fine, are you?" he replied, the man was bleeding heavily from several wounds on his naked torso.
"I've had worse before. You are?" he asked quite rudely
"Greg Lestrade"
"Hadrian Black"
"where are we?" asked Greg
"Somewhere in London, that's all I know."
"so why are you here?" Greg asked, wanting to know more.
"they want information that I'm not willing to share. You?"
"They threatened to kill my sister. So how long have I been out?"
The man- Hadrian, Greg had to remind himself- was now out of the chains and was limping heavily to the corner of the cell where there was a crack. He was tall, standing at about 6 feet 2 inches. He looked outside and didn't reply for a while.
"5 hours and 48 minutes." he then replied
Before Greg could ask how he knew that, the door creaked and another person got in. He looked about 19 years old, he had sandy brown hair and grey eyes. He was about 5 feet 8 inches.
"father!" he exclaimed when he saw Hadrian in the corner. Hadrian turned so quickly, it was a miracle that he didn't fall. The 20 year old started punching him, punch after punch, and Hadrian let him. He didn't even bother protecting himself. Greg ran up and tried to stop him but the 20 year old was stronger. He just pushed him off and continued beating his 'father'. After a few minutes he got tired and stopped, the Hadrian got up, cleaned up the new cut he got on his cheekbone and raised an eyebrow at his 'son' The 20 year old didn't even look at Greg, not noticing him as he was shaking in rage. "Did you want something, dear godson of mine?" asked Hadrian, his face perfectly blank.
"Did you even care that I was at home with my bitch of a grandmother? You're not my father are you? You're just a replacement for my real father that doesn't even care about me!! Why did you do it? WHY DID YOU FAKE YOUR FUCKING DEATH?! Aunt Hermione and Uncle Neville were not the same without you and you are hiding this John with his new friend under the fidelius! He could easily replace you but we couldn't!" the 20 year old started with a whisper but ended up shouting. Hadrian's face was as emotionless as he was when Greg met him. He didn't even look sad nor did he look affected by the sharp words that Greg personally felt sad about.
"Did you know that Dolohov was in your backyard, Rosier in Hermione's, Crouch Jr in Neville's and male Carrow in John's apartment bedroom? Yeah, neither did I!" Hadrian asked mildly, as if he hadn't just got beaten by his 'godson'
"o-oh" the 20 year old looked shocked. Greg cleared his throat and that brought the attention back to him. "So, how do you two know each other?" he asked, trying to diffuse the awkwardness. "He's my godson." Hadrian replied, still emotionless. The 20 year old godson reached his hand out, "Edward Lupin, call me Teddy." Greg replied in kind, "Greg Lestrade".
Suddenly Hadrian stood up from the corner he was sitting at and told them to go to the corner. Greg was surprised but complied. he and Teddy went to the corner and watched. "What do you want?" snapped Hadrian, looking rather annoyed; a perfect mask. "The location of John Watson of course." said a voice, they could not see the owner of the voice.
"Not happening." Hadrian replied without hesitation. "Oooh, baby Potter wants to play hero again???!!!" crowed the voice, he could now identify it as a female. "Not a Potter. Not anymore, Black. Oh wait, you got disowned after you married the filthy Lestrange. Did you get upset? Oh and do I remember correctly? You also threw a tantrum like a 3 year old child who doesn't get sweets!" hadrian replied in a voice that was entirely too sweet to be nice.
"I will get you Potter!" 'Lestrange' shouted and opened the cell. She pushed Hadrian to the other side of the cell, greg was pretty sure he heard a crack. She suddenly had Hadrian choking as she grasped his neck. 'why isn't he fighting back?' greg wondered. Suddenly Hadrian fell unconscious and the woman kicked him and left and closed the door, letting the door get locked. teddy suddenly went to his side to check on his godfather.
Hadrian stood up without a problem and rubbed his stiff neck. "I got the key," he said and took out a silver key. "Now we need a basic knowledge of the area we are currently in. I will be able to provide some information as I have been here longer than any of you,"